Pocket Knives

It is a known factor of manhood that men carry pocket knives...

I usually do.
Usually something more weaponesque than this.


But this here was one, of many, that my grandfather carried.

Been in my pocket for over a month...

It feels good, though I am left with little reason to pull it out, day to day.
It is bigger than most versions I have from the man.
Simple...

The big, coarse, burnt bone handle feels good, as I fumble for keys.


Get a pocket knife.


Cut an apple with it, in a park while the sun beats down...

Be fucking real.
Do real shit...

Do the sort of things that require a pocket knife.

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